How much I would love them. It wasn't instantaneous, I feel it was mutually grown over a year or so.
How much I would enjoy the daily grind. I love going into dcs bedroom in the morning to messy hair and smiles, love the chaos of breakfast, bath and bed, I even like doing laundry and making nice meals for them. It makes me feel good knowing there are these little people in the world that are warm, cared for, clean, fed and loved. The satisfaction that gives is like an endorphin rush!
Every day isn't rosy though, I was definitely surprised at my temper, especially with a toddler that WILL JUST NO DO anything you need them to!
I was surprised at how much more ambitious it made me at work. I thought I would slow right down, but instead it's like a promotion isn't just benefitting me anymore, the more money I make the more my dcs will benefit.
How judgemental other people are. Yes it's a dummy. Yes it's a bottle not a boob. Ain't no shame in my game.
There's a million more, basically in a nutshell the whole experience is nothing like I thought it would be!